Paper dolls, paper hearts, paper wings All disposable until filled with inked dreams The doll will waltz in swirling calligraphy … More
Month: November 2018
I sit here …
I sit here shivering in the cold Of my silence, built by my walls I dream of healing within the … More
Burn with me
We burned blue flames in the grey cold of a forgotten day We danced a tempo defined by the tempest … More
My Fault
I measure his love by the ferocity of trembles as his body enters mine. I quantify his desire by the … More
Presently Absent
She forgets she is forgotten. She seeks the invisible, A reflection concealed by his words. She yearns to be wanted. … More